11 PHASE TWO“Good morning, no Asmara?” said Bob from the breakfast table.
“No, she doesn’t have much for breakfast, only coffee and fruit juice, but she’s not keen on watching me eating ten rashers of greasy bacon in the mornings.”
He took a seat. “What did you get up to last night?”
“Nothing much. I took a walk down the Arab Quarter, had a few beers, acted lost, but kept my ears open. Just the routine stuff you do when you’re out trying to enjoy yourself. They’re all talking about the bombings as well, but I didn’t hear anything suspicious… not that my Arabic is perfect anyway, not by a long chalk, but I understand bits and pieces, enough to get the gist. Did Asmara say anything I ought to know about?”
“No, her family might be sympathetic, but they’re small fish, they wouldn’t know an
